And then we were One...

"We are one in all and all in one.
there are no men but only the great we,
one, indivisible and forever."

We repeat this to ourselves, but it helps us not.

These words were cut long ago. There is green
mould in the grooves of the letters and yellow
streaks on the marble, which come from more years
than men could count. And these words are the
truth, for they are written on the Palace of the
World Council, and the World Council is the body
of all truth. Thus has it been ever since the
Great Rebirth, and farther back than that no
memory can reach.

But we must never speak of the times before the
Great Rebirth, else we are sentenced to three
years in the Palace of Corrective Detention. It
is only the Old Ones who whisper about it in the
evenings, in the Home of the Useless. They
whisper many strange things, of the towers which
rose to the sky, in those Unmentionable Times,
and of the wagons which moved without horses, and
of the lights which burned without flame. But
those times were evil. And those times passed
away, when men saw the Great Truth which is this:
that all men are one and that there is no will
save the will of all men together.

Go ahead. It's a short novel, take a look.